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Saturday, November 12, 2011

"INBOX"

Earl knew that he shouldn’t open the email; he’d been warned enough times by the IT people about viruses, and Trojan Horses. But still he couldn’t resist. His finger hovered over the plastic mouse, and in turn the cursor on the screen jittered over the message.

Smiling, he clicked it open. Just like he knew he would.

The sender was unknown, and the subject line read: Open this and you’ll get a Huge Johnson!There was no message inside, just a blank page.

Travelling home, he forgot about the incident. But when he opened his door the Huge Johnson was waiting for him in the hall. And it looked hungry.